CHORUS: [F] Come all ye [C7] maidens young and [F] fair
And [F] you that are [Am] blooming [Bb] in your [C7] prime [F] Always beware and [Bb] keep your [Gm] garden [F] fair [C7] [F] Let no man [C7] steal away your [F] thyme
VERSE 1:
For [F] thyme it [C7] is a precious [F] thing
And [F] thyme brings [Am] all things [Bb] to my [C7] mind [F] Thyme with all its flavours, a-[Bb]-long with [Gm] all its [F] joys [C7] [F] Thyme, brings [C7] all things to my [F] mind
VERSE 2: [F] Once she [C7] had a bunch of [F] thyme
She [F] thought it [Am] never [Bb] would [C7] decay
Then [F] came a lusty sailor, who [Bb] chanced to [Gm] pass her [F] way [C7] [F] He stole my [C7] bunch of thyme [F] away
VERSE 3:
The [F] sailor [C7] gave to her a [F] rose
A [F] rose that [Am] never [Bb] would [C7] decay
He [F] gave it to her, to [Bb] keep [Gm] her re-[F]-minded [C7]
Of [F] when he [C7] stole her thyme a-[F]-way
The Irish song 'A Bunch of Thyme' dates back to at least the 17th century. It warns young women to hang on to their virtue in the face of lusty sailors and such
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